023 This is something we can see without spending a penny.

[Suddenly, doesn’t Qu Wan seem incredibly adorable, especially when she praises Jiang Zeyu? Jiang Zeyu seems quite happy about it, too.]
[Of course he’s happy—who wouldn’t be, being complimented by their wife? Hahaha.]

Gu Siyuan and Jiang Zeyu each helped the seniors carry their luggage. In previous episodes, it had always been Xu Jiawei who helped Sun Yuxin with her bags. Now, standing by the car, she watched as Xu Jiawei carried his own luggage with a blank expression, not sparing her a single glance before disappearing into the villa, never to come out again.

Resigned, Sun Yuxin dragged her suitcase into the villa. Once inside her room, she fell apart and began to cry yet again. The show’s crew went in to comfort her several times, but it was to no avail.

Third Uncle realized his way of thinking was entirely different from Qi Yu’s. How could Qi Yu still be laughing in such a dangerous situation? But on second thought, the plan really was straightforward and effective... Damn it! Third Uncle found himself being led astray by Qi Yu.

Then, everyone watched as the two men from the Sanbao Gang, who had been blocking Qin Junxi, simply sat down on the ground.

So, Kassadin had already bought a Negatron Cloak, not even having time to finish building the Catalyst for Rod of Ages. It seemed he was trying to get some magic resist first to ease the pressure in lane, maybe aiming for an Abyssal Mask, but that sort of item was just awkward.

Perhaps the only real regret was not meeting her before that incident happened. If only he had, things might have turned out very differently.

“Indeed, we don’t believe that strength is everything. But we also believe that, in order to achieve the results we want, strength is necessary.” As Ao Xingchu spoke, a fleeting shadow of gloom crossed his face.

Crossing a long river, Liu Yi entered a bamboo forest—wild and desolate, rarely visited by people, where venomous snakes and ancient insects often lurked. But none of this troubled Liu Yi; with a flick of his finger, he dispatched them one by one.

As expected, no matter how long people tried to persuade him at his door, he didn’t utter a word, refusing to come out. It wasn’t until Anya was inexplicably forced to apologize that he finally opened the door.

Zhang Tiantian glanced at the closed bathroom door, then at the emblem of promotion shining on the screen, and finally at the blanket draped over her shoulders.

“I yield to your superiority.” Liu Yi humbly saluted him, then picked up his sword and made for the temple.

I bowed respectfully, left the dueling platform, descended Yunrui Mountain, and flew by sword toward Yao Mountain.

She didn’t push forcefully, but instead reached further in, feeling along the horse’s neck.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly became taut, shifting from chaos to the orderly formation of blades and spears.

Damn, after confessing, there was immediately a chance to be alone together. Is this what it means to work toward a proper date?

That enchanting rainbow bridge hung high in the sky, and even the travelers of Chang’an paused to gaze at it in wonder.

“Hello?” Sheng Qiao answered the phone, brows tightly knitted. Normally he would never receive a call from this number; clearly, something was wrong.

“Just admit defeat. You’re not my match.” Sun Haoshi saw his opponent was about to yield, so he provoked him with taunts, hoping to goad him into fighting.

Ji Yuyou’s hands trembled uncontrollably, the shaking impossible to suppress, until the next second when Yue Linghan firmly took her hand without a word.

He was a middle-aged man, dressed in brocade, his hair tied back, with rugged features and a rough, wild air about him.

Of course, looking at the twenty-four children with innocent smiles on their faces, Sun Haoshi eventually joined in, laughing along with them for reasons he couldn’t fathom, until his sides ached from laughter.

“It truly is astonishing! Who would have thought such things could happen in this world?” Mu Ningxi sighed deeply.

Humiliated, Emperor Shakra was fuming with rage, never having encountered someone so brazen and ill-mannered. But he had no choice after obtaining the Sacred Heart Calamity technique—any further resistance and his heart would surely burn to a crisp! If not death, then at least serious injury awaited.

Lin’s throat bobbed as he struggled to regain his composure, especially seeing Li Shou chatting and laughing with Bu Yunqiao as if nothing had happened. He wondered if he was dreaming.